"A Ballad Who Knows Me Well"
by R. J. Spring

Living they've said is
Hard
Goin' through those motions
Left 'em scarred
I don't blame 'em
But lighten
Up
Get into those lights
Tip over your black pooled
Cups.

Harley threw up a
Math book
It was only so far
She could go
It was shoved through
Her ears and her
Head shook
It was somethin'
She didn't wanna
Know.

And oh my
What is this?
Listen and I'll show
And oh my
What goes there?
It's only what is,
It's just what
We know.

I always was an actress
But I had a run in
With the Queen
He threw a bag to
My face
And said I was intruding
In his place
I was to go to a
Platform and
Do a song-and-dance
For him
But I just grew so angry, man
That b***h just filled me
To the brim.

And my love is
Strong here
To withstand it all
With me
He makes it what
I am
Only a man I've ever seen
I love, I love, and
I do believe
It's him I'll
Never leave.

When I hear Dylan
Talk I wish I had
A Rainman
His voice infects with
Poetry and I hear it in
My hands
And my hands work so
Clearly
And it sets my thoughts ablaze
And it makes me think so dearly
What to do with all my days.

But Mama, she knows better
What to do with me
She opens my skull and displays
My future to see
And the thought of me as
Nothin' but the crag that
Lives a home
She reflects my tangled thoughts
And brushes through them
Like a comb.

Oh, Once I learned of Trotsky
In the history of the world
Silly did I find him,
And with his wild hair
It was curled
Izzie used to go
With me to admire
Napoleon's stance
But she's gone away now
She's only giving nothing a
chance.

I read To Kill a Mockingbird
No birds there die, I see
And my lust for that gore and violence
Makes Mama worry for me
But it ain't real
And no one feels
It
So cool off
For a spell
And know when the
Corn syruped blood flows
This chick is doin'
Well.

I've got a Bolshevik
For a sister
Regulates what I've
Got
She's after my mind
To blister
And she puts me in a
Wrong spot
Doesn't even try to be
Doesn't wanna live
Unless she
Gets on-a
Hurtin' me.

I like to write and
Sing it all
But I speak though a
Sketch at most
To smudge my idea
To paper
Take a trip on my mind's
Coast
But I can feel my head's
Gonna roast

I know when they say
Livin's hard
Yes, I see that my old life
Has left me very
Scarred
And I don't blame them
When they can't lighten up
Sometimes there's no light
For you to jump in.
And sometimes I drown in
My black pooled cup.
And sometimes I can't win.


[End.]